The violinist and the conductor

14. No rush

Izuna had beautiful hands.

He could look at them for hours as Izuna slept in the mornings, much longer than Tobirama, who was a morning person, did.

He would turn his lover's hands over as he sleep, as lightly as if his fingers were butterfly wings as not to wake Izuna up. They were long, slender for a man, with his nails cut down while they still looked long as his nail beds were such. He would put them to his face, breathe in the soft scent of strawberry from his hand lotion.

Izuna wasn't allowed to use his hands to things that could potentially damage them. Tobirama had found out when he asked him to chop vegetables for when he made dinner.

"Sorry", Izuna had said with a blush. "I can't."

Tobirama had frowned at first. Then, it had dawned on him. Of course! Nothing could happen to his hands as the violinist he was. He himself was also dependent on his hands for work, but had never avoided any form of labour. He didn't mind. But it was an unfair comparison; Izuna's hands were much more valuable than Tobirama's. 

When he understood, he went to Izuna, took his perfect, scar-free hand in his. Next to his lover's hands, Tobirama's own complex about his bitten fingernails vanished, which might sound contradictory but for Tobirama was natural.

"Of course, my princess."

Izuna had stuck his tongue out at his lover. 

2 years earlier

One would have thought that we were in a hurry. That we rushed along the streets to get home to my place, which was closest to the National Theatre, as fast as possible, or that even took a taxi or an Uber.

But no. We were in no rush. Without communicating, there was a mutual understanding between us that we wanted to prolong the moment for as long as we could.

We walked hand-in-hand, slowly, to the hotel where Izuna was staying for his two months in Prague. We didn't talk, just strolled amicably in the night. When we came to the hotel, we still held hands, but now, he went before me and pulled me a little to the elevators, where he pressed the button. 

I tried focussing on the luxury of the hotel. At first, when Izuna had just joined my orchestra, I had wondered why we splayed so much on this boy, didn't see the reason to waste so much money just because he was famous. But now, I believed he deserved the world.

He let me into his hotel room, and we took off our shoes and coats, slightly awkwardly.

"I'll make tea", Izuna said and went to the kettle that stood on a beautiful mahogany table. "What do you want? There's Earl Grey and green lemon tea, but I've heard there's caffeine in that, too. I didn't know that. Maybe chamomile? Or- Oh..."

I had come up behind him, snaked my hands around his waist and bit his neck playfully. He tasted delicious. Izuna sighed and tilted his head to the side to provide me better reach, and put the kettle down.

I let my right hand slide up his naked thigh up that slit, just as I had imagined, slowly, very slowly...

"I've wanted to do this all night", I purred into his ear, and Izuna's knees went week beneath me.

I let him go down on his knees, sat down behind him, one leg on either side of his satin-dressed body. I took a break from the thigh exploration to take my blazer off; it was inhibiting my range of motion, and I would definitely need it soon.

I put my hand back on his thigh and slid up, faster now, until I found that delicious wetness.

"Ohh..." Izuna wined.

I pulled his dress up to his waist, and then I grabbed him and started milking him as he lay in my arms.

Izuna went limp, leaning his head back on my chest, and I was run over by a wave of affection for him.

I will always be right behind you, I thought. I will never let you go. I will never let you down.

"Let me see", I said. "I want to see the gift I bought on you."

Izuna stood up on shaky legs in front me, his eyes hazed over with desire while I sat just where I was to enjoy the show.

Then, he removed his dress completely for me.